Gritting his teeth as he - without wanting to - followed Mirage's progress across the room, to a---

Fragging scrap.

Sinking deeper into his seat, Cliffjumper kept the growl sub-sonic, but only barely, and looked away. He wasn't going to get caught staring.

He wasn't.

"... guess that's true, but I wasn't talkin' 'bout the time you took. I'm talking about everything... else." He gestured in Mirage's direction, peeking out of the edge of his vision and then glaring at the painting on the wall instead.

Mirage looked really good.